It is only when human beings see themselves simply as human beings, no longer as gods, that they are in a position to perceive the wholly other nature of God.  It is only when we cease to be unhappy supermen and pathetic mini-gods and permit ourselves to become human beings through and through again that we let God be God.

The ultimate goal of radical politics is gradually to displace the limit of social exclusions, empowering the excluded agents (sexual and ethnic minorities) by creating marginal spaces in which they can articulate and question their identity.  Radical politics thus becomes an endless mocking parody and provocation, a gradual process of reidentification in which there are not final victories and ultimate demarcations

Credo is the word with which the great creeds of early Chistendom begin.  “I believe. . .” we say.  The Latin credo means literally, “I give my heart.”  The word believe is a problematic one today in part because it has gradually changed its meaning from being the language of certainty so deep that I could give my heart to it, to the language of uncertainty so shallow that only the “credulous” would rely on it.  Faith, as we have seen, is not about propositions, but about commitment.  It does not mean that I intellectually subscribe to the following list of statements, but that I give my heart to this reality.  Believe, indeed, comes to us from the Old English belove, making clear that this too is meant to be heart language.  To say “I believe in Jesus Christ” is not to subscribe to an uncertain proposition.  It is a confession of commitment, of love.

All God's creatures got a place in the choir
Some sing low, and some sing higher
Some sing out loud on the telephone wire
Some just clap their hands, or paws, or anything you got now.

The Christians and the Pagans sit together at the table, finding faith and common ground the best that they were able.

Sometime you're the windshield, baby.
Sometime you're the bug.
Sometime it all comes together, baby.
Sometime you're a fool in love.
Sometime you're the Louisville Slugger, baby.
Sometime you're the ball.
Sometime it all come together, baby.
Sometime you're gonna lose it all.

One man's creativity is another's brain damage.

I want to know if all you need is love.
I want to know the Word from up above.
I want to know what you're thinking of.
I want to know when you have had enough.

It is one thing to remember, another to know.  To remember is to safeguard something entrusted to the memory.  But to know is to make each thing one's own, not depend on the text and always to look back to the teacher.  "Zeno said this, Cleanthes said this."  Let there be space between you and the book.

Maybe its too soon to be sure
But I really do believe
That someday
We're gonna have it all
So I try so hard
To keep the rhythm of a train
Rolling right along
When the ride gets rough
You got to carry on
Carry on